a beautiful winter day.

Last Thursday was an amazingly tiring day.
It was downright sucky.

My brain was misfiring…I was down

I was (for no good reason at all) doubting myself, feeling like yuck.

So instead of climbing under the down comforter and wearing fluffy socks I decided to scoop my boy up from school and head straight to the park.

I needed Vitamin D.  AND, it was a warm day in early Feb…it couldn’t be passed up..

So Fuzz and I met an old friend of mine and some borrowed kids and we played.  For almost 2 hours.

Fuzz took it seriously.  He recognized how rare of a treat this was.  I am a routine person.  I HATE to not be home on weeknight evenings.

This was an exception, a glorious, refreshing, cheek glowing exception.

it was worth dinner being a little late and the laundry staying in the dryer for another round.

I’m really hoping that I learned a lesson from this day…and the next time I’m feeling like my brain isn’t connecting to my hands…and I’m not nearly as smart as I could be…and my house is all a-clutter…and my dishes have piled up … that all I really need is a park and some friends.

-Fuzzy’s Mom

 

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About fuzzysmom

Mom to one 8 year old fondly refered to as Fuzzy. He's smart, funny, smelly, intelligent and the wind beneath my wings. Besides raising an amazing son I'm also quite crafty.
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2 Responses to a beautiful winter day.

  1. Kenny says:

    It truly is the little things in life, enjoy them often and fully. 🙂

  2. Nikki says:

    Lesson learned! I dont’ like to be out on weeknights either, but I could use some major sun in my life right now. So cloudy and cold 😦

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